Heavy snow swirled through True Martial City, but it could not douse the fervor of the martial artists. Inn after inn was packed full, and everyone warmed wine as they waited, talking loudly and freely. There were dedicated people traveling back and forth between the mountain and its foot, ensuring that any news from above would arrive at the first possible moment.
This was also why everyone had rushed here even though they could not go up the mountain: they could obtain firsthand news.
And at this moment, atop True Martial Mountain.
The sky was completely clear.
Above and below the mountain were like two separate worlds. From far off in the sky, one could see an extremely distinct dividing line.
Upon the True Martial Dao Field.
Tables had been arranged according to a special pattern. The guests who had arrived over these past three days had already taken their seats under the guidance of the Zhenwu Disciples. At the very center stood a high platform, currently empty.
But every gaze cast toward that high platform carried awe. They knew what kind of figure would soon take a seat there, and anticipation rose in their hearts at the same time.
Guests continued to arrive one after another.
"The Cang Zhou Misty Rain Pavilion comes with congratulations!"
Luo Wentian's voice rang out, drawing many gazes over.
Luo Wentian raised a hand in an inviting gesture, and several graceful women in white dresses came up from the foot of the mountain. Their figures were light and ethereal, their lotus steps gentle, each naturally possessing a peerless bearing. Even though all of them wore white veils, one could still tell that these women before them were beauties beyond the mortal world.
Some young people who had been brought by their elders to broaden